IRYN'S POV

I can almost swear that the sound of my palm meeting his cheek is heard throughout the entire garden.

Fenric’s head jerks to the side, but his grin is rather wolfish when he looks back at me, startling me in the process because his lips are now split and bleeding.

Had I hit him that hard?

“I hate you,” I whisper, not even knowing why I say that while my body's trembling all over, although my lips are still burning from his kiss.

“I know you don't mean that,” He says ...